Harp of my youthful days!
Forever we part,
Long have I swept thy strings --
The cords of my heart;
Old age now chills me veins,
And snow caps my brow,
Gone is the fire of youth,
My hand trembles now.
Vainly I try to sing
The songs of the past;
Tears fill my feeble eyes,
The strain is the last,
is the last, is the last.

Love was my ardent theme,
It came from the soul;
Hope cheer'd me as I plead,
'Neath passion's control.

Love for my native land
Inspired me song;
Was raged over all the land,
And struck down the strong;
Firmly by our stormy flag,
I gather'd the brave.
Singing a requiem over their grave.

Harp of my youthful days!
Forever we part;
Long have I swept thy strings,
The cords of my heart.
Old age now chills my veins,
And snow caps my brow;
Gone is the fire of youth,
My hands tremble now.

CODA
Brave old harp! fare thee well --
Brave old harp! fare thee well.
Brave old harp! fare thee well --
fare well fare well.

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